A/N: This epilogue is my best attempt to close out 'Souvenirs' in the fluffy, happy way I've always intended. Expect CS babies, smuff, and more fun friend interactions. Just want to thank you all so much for reading and the continued support, and I hope you enjoy!

Eighteen Months Later

The funny thing about trying to sleep as new parents was that it always came in waves. Some nights, it came swiftly, with Emma and Killian giving in to slumber as soon as their head hit the pillow. But others, like tonight, the fight was harder. Exhaustion wasn't enough of an inducement for their minds to shut off, so what could have taken seconds took far longer. Then, when a thready cry came through the baby monitor, it felt like they'd never been asleep at all.

Emma groaned slightly as she stretched to get out of bed, but Killian was lightening fast, already at the door and only holding himself back to be with Emma. He was like super dad, always ready, never seeming like he couldn't handle the terrible sleep or the spit up everywhere. He was all positivity all the time, and while that could have in theory gotten annoying, it was truly a godsend. Killian was her center in everything, especially in this. He kept Emma grounded, and reminded her that these less than stellar moments were just ensuring that they could have the many good ones.

Making their way from their bedroom to the nursery next door, they found the source of the crying was their daughter Hope, while her brother, the ever serene Connor happily babbled in his basinet beside her. Emma couldn't help but smile at her son's happy face even as his sister cried.

"What's the bother, lovely girl?" Killian asked softly to his daughter, and Hope continued to fuss even if the crying had stopped. She certainly had her father wrapped around her finger, but she also held Emma just as tightly. "I can't say I know what the problem is, love."

Killian's worry was etched on his face and Emma bit back a smile, offering her arms out to take her and then moving to the rocking chair.

"Let me try. Hey there baby girl, miss me?"

Instantly the fussing stopped and Hope's little hand came to play in Emma's hair bringing a full-blown grin to Emma's face. Gone were any thoughts of being sleepy, for seeing her precious little girl so softened just by her presence made Emma surge with pride.

"That's what I thought. You just needed your Mama, huh?"

Hope cooed happily and Emma ran a finger across her sweet girl's nose. Soon, enough, with a bit of humming and rocking back and forth, Hope's eyes started to close and she let out a big yawn. When Emma looked back at Killian, his eyes were filled with a distinct sort of wonder and awe that always came when she sat in this chair. She could feel nothing but love in his gaze, and it was a magical sensation.

"I believe that's our cue, love." Killian said and Emma agreed, placing her daughter back in her crib to settle for the rest of the night. Once they were sure both babies were back on their way to a sound sleep once more, Killian took Emma's hand and led her back into their bedroom.

"Is it crazy for me to feel lucky even when they've now woken three nights in a row?" Killian shook his head as they both got into bed, and wrapped themselves around each other. His arms came around her back, holding her to him and making her feel fully protected.

"No, love. I think we've hit it out of the park with those two." Emma rolled her eyes.

"Okay, Captain Ego, just don't go around telling people you think so highly of them, or we'll become those parents." His arms tightened around her.

"Too late. I am positively overwhelming with pride. Between my children and my wife, I am quite easily the most fortunate man there ever was." Emma smiled, despite how overwhelmingly sappy his words were. There was no fighting off the happy thump of her heart; she loved her charming wordsmith of a husband.

"You're incorrigible."

"And you, my love, are saddled with me. The day I made you mine was the best day of my life, tied only with the birth of the twins, because we made our promise for forever. You're going to have to just bear that burden, Emma." She sighed happily at that, feeling the need for sleep settling back in, but she just wanted to make sure she said her final piece.

"I'm holding you to that Mr. Jones."

Killian brushed his lips against her shoulder, which was exposed from her tank and a little shiver coursed through her. Still, there would be no exploring that little thrill tonight. It was 3 AM and they had the twins' first birthday in the morning. Her reaction didn't go unnoticed though, and just as she was drifting off to sleep she heard Killian whisper.

"We'll pick up right there tomorrow, love." As she fell asleep, she dreamed of what tomorrow might bring and it was downright glorious.

…..

"Do you ever think about how different our lives are now?" Ruby's sudden question was posed to Mary Margaret and Emma as they set a tray to be brought out to the festivities in the other room.

"From when? Because honestly, I'm having flashbacks to Lizzie's first birthday when the three of us were doing the exact same thing at my house." Mary Margaret's words were accurate, for the three friends had been just as involved in helping with Mary Margaret's first born. Now Mary Margaret and David had another on the way, this time a little boy, much to their mutual happiness.

"Well, I guess two years ago was when all of this kind of set into motion. Killian came to find Emma, Graham got it together, and now here we are. We're all married, which in itself is crazy, and we're all Moms. Like seriously, who decided to let us do this?"

Emma laughed at that, because of course no one had decided. This was something that each couple had wanted to do. But Ruby had a point - things were vastly different than they'd been two years ago. In truth, things were infinitely better.

"And then there's the store," Mary Margaret acknowledged. "I mean did you ever see us opening more locations?"

Emma shook her head for she definitely had not. They were opening their third this summer, and would now not only be in Storybrooke, but in Boston and New York. With Mary Margaret's projected figures, they could stand to make it a far bigger chain, but they had all decided that this was enough, especially for now. Even hiring staff to delegate was a lot to handle as Moms raising still very young families. For each of the friends, those families took the forefront always.

"Not to mention the blog, I mean really, none of us could have predicted hiring Belle could land the brand the hottest accessories style blog of the year right?"

"You know, there isn't much I predicted," Emma began as she took Mary Margaret and Ruby's hands in hers holding firmly. "But I did see the three of us together, still best friends."

Mary Margaret made a hiccup that sounded an awful lot like a muffled sob as she placed her other hand over her mouth and hugged Emma tight. Emma fully expected Ruby to join, but her friend smirked at her instead.

"Emma, honey, I don't mean to freak you out, but falling in love and having babies really made you soft. I mean obviously, you've always loved us, but you're just as cheesy as your husband now."

Emma gasped in feigned horror and pulled her hand out of Ruby's while moving back from Mary Margaret as well. She grabbed the cheese knife from the tray before her and then turned it towards Ruby and waved it a little in the brunette's direction.

"You take that back, Ruby Bernadette Lucas-Huntsman." Ruby's eyes lit up in amusement before flicking over Emma's shoulder. Whatever they saw made her grin.

"Emma, love, whatever's transpired, I am on your side, but I feel you will likely regret killing Ruby. She's the godmother of your son, your business partner and one of your best friends." Emma turned to Killian who was all smiles in the face of the little standoff. Stepping to her and removing the knife, before wrapping his arms around her, Killian continued. "Besides, the children need their mother and I need my wife. Killing Ruby will land you in prison, and we just can't have that."

"But you don't know the slanderous things she was saying. No friend of mine would ever spread lies like that." Emma couldn't keep the humor from her tone, try as she might, and the humor turned to laughter as she watched Ruby roll her eyes and flip her hair.

"Oh please-" She held a hand up as she stepped into the living room and shouted to the rest of the guests. "Excuse me, everyone? Is it, or is it not true, that since meeting Killian, Emma has become just as cheesy as her man?" The chorus was a resounding yes, but Belle popped her head in to supplement.

"I actually think it's likely that she was always cheesy, but she was just waiting for the right person to bring it out of her." Emma acted affronted to the very end, until Killian turned her face up to his and looked in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry to tell you this, love, but the verdict is in, and it's not in your favor." Emma giggled and kissed him swiftly.

"That's alright, I like cheesy. Besides, think of all the damage we can do to the kids as they get older. Someday they'll be teenagers and you'll make Dad jokes while I play the obnoxiously doting mother."

"I dare say it'll be a riot, love," Killian replied as he tucked a loose strand of her golden hair behind her ear.

"Cheesy or not," Mary Margaret said loudly enough to burst into the moment, "You have to admit their adorable." Mary Margaret slapped at David's arm.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"We could be that cute too, you know." David looked at Killian and Emma a little lost, having come into the kitchen at the tail end of the conversation.

"Why would we want to be cute? We're better than cute, we're beautiful." A beat passed and then everyone was laughing at that, still Dave looked confused.

"Alright, actually, that line right there just won the whole thing, so congratulations kids, this round has gone to you." Ruby handed Mary Margaret Emma's cheese knife as if that was some sort of token for couple cuteness and Mary Margaret took it happily. Without shame she slipped it into a napkin and placed it in her purse.

"Hey I just-," Emma was cut off as Killian whispered into Emma's ear.

"Let her have it love. I'll buy you a dozen more." Emma turned the tables, sliding more sensuality than was necessary in her response.

"Really? Because that makes me feel…" She ran her fingers over Killian's chest lightly.

"Feel what, love?" Killian asked, voice thick with his own desire and Emma just smiled before pushing back.

"On second thought, I'd rather not say."

Emma knew it was cruel to tease him that way, but she couldn't help feeling triumphant in the moment. The growly sound that came from him as she walked into the living room with the tray of cheese and crackers was probably louder than it needed to be, but when their other guests looked at her for explanation, Emma simply shrugged.

"My husband gets a little grumpy when he's hungry." The muttered words behind her from him sounded something like 'Messing with a man's hunger is bad form,' but Emma wasn't one hundred percent on that.

To focus on something else and prolong the little tease between her and Killian, Emma made her way to Tiana, who they had convinced to stay on with the store and with the line. She brought her fiancé to the party and he was none other than the notorious Naveen. A once proud, rich playboy turned actually good guy, Naveen was an interesting character and a good fit for Tiana. He respected her ambition, loved it even, and he was always there to support her. That was all the proof Emma needed to know they would work.

"This is a lovely party, Emma." Emma smiled at Tiana's kind words before joking that it was really a party for adults, since the twins would never remember.

"So no Liam and Elsa and the boys today?" Naveen asked and Emma shook her head. They had all been there just a few months before for the holidays, and during their weeklong trip, Tiana and Naveen had been reintroduced to the extended Jones family and made quite an impression, the latter especially. Turned out being the only child of rich diplomats made a man a little boyish whether he grew up or not.

"Afraid not. The boys still had school, but they'll be visiting again in just a few months. I'll make sure they leave the hover board at home after last time." Naveen puffed out his chest.

"Hey, they still thought I was cool." Meanwhile Tiana patted his arm reassuringly.

"Right, and the opinion of two boys in elementary school really takes precedence over that of adults." Naveen nodded like that was a given and Emma laughed, excusing herself to go check on the babies who were being awfully spoiled this afternoon as nearly every guest was taking turns holding them.

"I think he might actually be the calmest, happiest baby on the face of the planet," Belle said as Emma approached. She was holding Connor in her arms, and looking at him like he was some kind of mysterious, otherworldly figure.

"Don't let those quiet smiles fool you, this little guy is going to be just as much trouble as his sister. He's just sneakier about it."

As if he could understand his mother, Connor intertwined his little fingers in Emma's hair into a miniature vice grip. He didn't pull, just stayed there, holding tight.

"See what I mean? One gets you with shrieking, the other with silence." Belle laughed heartily at that as she handed Connor off to Emma.

For the remainder of the party, Emma focused solely on the twins, watching as they were put in their high chairs and presented with cake. In an unexpected twist by many, Connor was the one who dove into his little cupcake with the most ferocity, causing a huge mess, but an adorable scene that then inspired his sister Hope to rise to the challenge. By the end of that, both babies were in need of a serious bath and the guests took this as their sign to take their leave. Thanks to plenty of practice, Emma and Killian were able to get Connor and Hope cleaned and changed and ready for a nap in record time. Soon enough the house was quiet, the happy chaos of before subdued to a comfortable peace. They returned to the kitchen once more to put some of the last of the plates and dishes away.

"You know, this is going to start getting tricky when there's more than one party a year."

Emma had a moment, perhaps from the frenzy of the afternoon or just her own fatigue, where she could not for the life of her understand Killian's meaning. As he came to wrap his arms around her she wrangled with the words, so he supplemented.

"Unless we are very precise, it's highly unlikely our other children will have the same birthday."

"We just barely got by throwing a party for twin one year olds and you're already talking about more kids?" Emma pretended that his words were crazy, but she felt a bit of longing tugging at her chest. Even if she didn't think now was the optimal time to do it, she did want more kids. Still, who was she kidding, there would likely never be an ideal time to have more.

"I've been thinking of more since the day you told me you were pregnant." Emma rolled her eyes and he chuckled. The sound shouldn't have caused the spark of lust that shot through her, but it did. Talk of babies led to thoughts of making babies. It was the natural progression, after all.

"How would you suppose we do this, Killian? We both work, and childcare for the twins is enough of a balancing act." Killian grinned in response.

"Easy. I'll be a stay at home Dad." Emma gaped at him but he continued on. "I have the luxury of delegating to an extent that I don't need to be at any of the bars love, here or elsewhere. Let me do this, and if you want you can return to a full week, or keep your two days at home. Lord knows I'd love the excuse to see you more."

"You're serious?"

"Aye, love. I'm lucky enough to have made my fortune early and I hate being away from them. I miss them all day long, and for what? So I can run a ship that really runs itself. Trust me, love, this can work." Emma considered for a moment and then whispered her reply.

"Okay."

Killian instantly brought her into a huge hug, twirling her about a little bit and Emma giggled, for really, how else could one respond to that reaction. When he stopped twirling though, his hands immediately went under her shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on her bare skin, quickly setting her on fire.

"You want to start right now?!"

"Yes, Swan, that's the idea. And just think of all the fun we can have trying to get pregnant. I'll have to bed you every night." She moaned as he brought her shirt above her head and unclasped the front of her bra.

"Killian, you already 'bed me' every night." He smiled again as he ripped his own shirt off over his head and unbuttoned his jeans while Emma did the same with hers.

"You drive a hard bargain, love. I can guarantee two a day, three if you're working from home." Emma liked the sound of that and she loved the feel of Killian stripping off her bra and running his hands across her breasts, teasing her nipples in the way that drove her crazy. Screw sleeping, she didn't need it if she could have this.

"Deal."

With that, his lips were crashing to hers, dancing in a delicious interplay of heat and passion as his hands slipped lower over towards her waiting sex. When she moaned into his mouth, he bit at her bottom lip, only making her want him more. Placing her on the table, Killian pulled back to speak again.

"Tell me what you want, love." Hell, Emma could barely think she was so turned on.

"Hard and fast."

Killian's smile ticked up at the side and Emma knew that her request had been open ended enough for him to still have his way too. His hands drifted, widening her legs as he knelt down before her. Her fingers moved to his hair, trying to gain some kind of purchase as he licked and sucked at her needy sex until he was making good on his promise and giving her that oh so satisfying release. He pulled back only a moment and raised a brow as if to ask if she wanted more and she shook her head. Even if it was mind-blowingly fantastic, she needed him with her. He stood again and kissed her neck as his hands came to her hips.

"First rule of making babies," Emma said as she took his cock in hand, "You fuck with your cock, not your mouth." The growl that came from her husband's through had Emma's desire hurtling into overdrive and as he thrust into her they both moaned.

"Fuck if I can stand your dirty talk, Swan. It does things to me."

Emma would have responded with some more, or perhaps a witty comeback, but all she could do was grind against him seeking that friction and rhythm until they were both spiraling towards a shattering climax. With just a brush of his thumb against her clit they were there, both panting in the aftermath of such excellent lovemaking.

"You know this won't matter since I took my pill last night," Killian nodded but then surprised her by taking her in his arms and carrying her up the stairs to their bedroom. Once there, he made her watch as he threw all the birth control pills in the trash.

"Let's consider this afternoon practice love, and remember, I'm nothing if not thorough." Yes she knew, and she was thanking her lucky stars for that.

In a few months time, Emma and Killian were blessed with the news that they were pregnant once more, and in a move that some called crazy, they had four babies in four years. While it might have been the essence of insanity in the beginning, it was also an incredible blessing. All of the kids were happy and healthy and close and in the end, the Jones family was a bonded one, tight knit and supportive in ways many other families could only dream of being.

The years passed, and more successes came with the store and with the line, but if anyone ever asked, Emma always said that her family and her friends were the best part of her life. Each and every day, good, bad, or in between, was a part of a happily ever after that Emma and Killian fought hard for. That single truth made each day worth having and made life together all the sweeter. From the outside, their story was a charmed one, filled with hope and love and possibility. And the beauty was it was just the same on the inside too.

The End.

Post-Note: I hope that you guys have enjoyed the story. Know that all your kind words have meant the world and I love all the great feedback I get from you guys. Thank you, and that's a wrap on 'Souvenirs.'